The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 274 I Almost Forgot Something Important
The enthronement ceremony was extremely complicated. Even though Mo Zibu had reduced many procedures, he was still so tired that he couldn't even straighten his back.

The main reason was that this was just about establishing himself as a small king of Tiannan, and it was not about ascending the throne in Nanjing. Mo Zibu really couldn't muster much interest, so he felt even more tired.

After the ceremony was over, Mo Zibu, who had been busy all the time since he traveled through time, could finally stop and rest.

But he soon realized that this was a complete delusion and he had more work to do.

Just because he is not excited doesn't mean others are not excited. This is the founding of a country and is definitely not an ordinary matter.

First of all, there was my father, the Supreme King Mo Tianci. Wow, the old man lingered in the Nguyen family's Hue Palace. He explored the small palace thoroughly, and his eyes were full of excitement.

Well, Mo Zibu said that he could understand. Mo Tianci did not have a soul from the future like him. Since he was born, he felt that the Nguyen Dynasty of Guangnan pressing down on him was an insurmountable mountain.

Now that his son has become the lord of Guangnan, no, the territory is even larger than Guangnan. How can he not be excited? Mo Tianci is as excited as if Mo Zibu has conquered the whole world.

However, no matter how excited he was, Mo Zibu couldn't let his father stay in Hue for a long time. There were still a lot of things in Gia Ding waiting for him to make use of his remaining energy.

So after Mo Zibu agreed to let Mo Tianci take away a large part of the treasures in the Hue Palace and promised to expand Wuding City and build Tai Shang Xiaoyao Palace for him in Ha Tien next year, Mo Tianci reluctantly prepared to go south.

After dealing with Mo Tianci, Mo Zibu still had a few key figures to appease.

This time, he gave high-ranking titles above earl either to his vassal An Dai who had helped him when he started his career, or to his naval and land generals, as well as representatives of the high-ranking families in Gia Dinh and Hue.

Others also made great contributions, such as his uncle Pei Hengren who helped him half-force his father Mo Tianci to hand over power, his cousin Pei Jiannan who guarded Hexian, his uncle Chen Dasheng, and his cousin Chen Dali, the eldest grandson of his grandfather Chen Shangchuan.

These people are fully qualified, but Mo Zibu has not given any close relatives the title of Earl or above, so they must be appeased and the matter explained to them.

In fact, it is not that Mo Zibu did not confer titles, but that each high-level title represents corresponding annuity, residence, granted land, etc.

Mo Zibu's current strength is only 1.1 million in Hue, 400,000 in Qui Nhon, 950,000 in Gia Dinh, 150,000 in Ha Tien, and 800,000 in An Dai, for a total of 3.4 million people.

Normally, we would have to confer 10 to 20 high-ranking honors above the rank of earl now. But what would we do in the future?
I'm afraid that before we can capture Guangzhou, there will be a lot of dukes and earls.

For this reason, Mo Zibu could only persuade, reason with them, play the emotional card, and make concessions in other aspects to temporarily appease these people, especially the Pei Heng people who had a lot of resentment.

After these people left, Lin Tong came in again. This confidant of Mo Zibu not only did not get a title above earl, he didn't even get the position of Prime Minister.

In order to appease his grandmother's family, the Bian and Pei families, Mo Zibu had just promised the position of Prime Minister to his cousin Pei Jiannan.

Even the position of Second Assistant Grand Secretary was gone. This position was given to Chen Taide, the son of Chen Taili, the leader of the Jinghan nobles in Hue, because Mo Zibu needed them to constantly build momentum for him.

In particular, they had to secretly publicize Mo Dengyong's unfounded benevolent measures and love for the people, while exaggerating Le Loi's cruelty, and writing prophecies to create the impression that the Le family's mandate of heaven had long been lost. All of this had to be done by Chen Taili and others.

"Dav, I'm so sorry for wronging you. I don't know how to face you. But please believe me, Dav, when we truly achieve success, everyone will know who is the one who deserves the most credit, Xiao He."

If you want to say how comfortable Lin Tong feels, that is definitely impossible.

Even if his contribution cannot be compared with Li Xianwen, it should at least be on par with Chen Guangyao. In the end, he got nothing.

But now, seeing Mo Zibu's attitude, Lin Tong's discomfort immediately subsided a lot.

He could also understand Mo Zibu's current difficulties, and he had 100% confidence in Mo Zibu's future achievements.

Lin Tong immediately smiled, his gloom gone, and said, "I feel no grievance. Your Majesty's doing this is the correct way for those who achieve great things.

I heard from the Marquis of Yinchuan that the King once told him that the revolution had not yet succeeded and that comrades still needed to work hard. I believe this is a wise saying.”

"It is far from the time to complete the great cause. Your Majesty has been living frugally, and I, your servant, will never be greedy for fame. I do not wish to be made a duke or a high official, but only wish for the great cause to be accomplished soon!"

Mo Zibu was deeply moved after hearing this. Regardless of whether it was sincere or insincere, it was very rare for someone to say this.

Mo Zibula held Lin Tong's hand and said with emotion: "May you and I, as ruler and subject, always know and understand each other, and build great achievements together."

Just as the two men sat down and started discussing government affairs, King Mo's third brother, Mo Zirong, Marquis of Hexi, came in to pay his respects.

Ever since my brother Mo San came back, he has been having a great time every day. He has been having a great time until now, but he is finally starting to feel a little bored.

He heard that Mo Zibu intended to integrate his business and arsenal, and thought that Mo Zibu might follow the example of the Qing Dynasty and build an Imperial Household Department, so he came to recommend himself.

Mo Zibu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Not to mention that he had no intention of establishing the Imperial Household Department, even if he did, he wouldn't dare let Mo Zirong take care of it.

That's probably not the Imperial Household Department, but the Training Center for Corrupt Officials.

However, there were times when Mo Zibu needed Mo Zirong. He didn't remember it very clearly, but it seemed that King Louis XVI of France ascended the throne in recent years.

By then, Lin Tong would definitely not be able to leave, and Mo Zirong would have to go, and by the way, he would have to bring the first batch of students studying in France selected by Mo Zibu in Jiading.

Therefore, Mo Zibu could only flatter Mo Zirong a few words, and then asked him to go to the Beidanian Arsenal to find the director Mo Gongbo to get acquainted with him, intending to make my third brother Mo give up.

After sending Mo Zirong away, I, King Mo, have become a little emo. When I think back to before I became the king, I also fooled people around and smiled everywhere. I have to do the same after becoming the king.

Damn it, isn't this king just for nothing? And this wasn't over yet. Not long after Mo Zirong left, the guards came to announce that the important guest of honor, King An Nong II of Phnom Penh, wanted to see him.

Well, Mo Zibu could only let Lin Tong go down first and then let Ni Lu in.

Ni Lu's face showed a complicated and fearful expression. Originally, he was able to sit firmly on the position of King of Phnom Penh and maintain a considerable degree of independence by relying on the mutual support of the Ha Tien Mo family and jointly maneuvering between Siam and Guangnan.

As a result, in just a few years, the Hexian Mo family became the master of Guangnan, which was greatly disadvantageous to him.

Ethically speaking, Mo Tianci is his biological uncle and adoptive father, and the title of King of Cambodia had long been taken away by Mo Tianci.

Now Mo Tianci handed over all his power to Mo Zibu, and accordingly, the title of King of Cambodia was transferred to this sworn brother whom he was somewhat afraid of.

If Mo Zibu now wanted to use the name of Guangnan as the overlord and the title of Khmer King to control him and demand that Phnom Penh be incorporated into Guangnan, Ni Lie would have no way to resist.

Mo Zibu also glanced at Ni Lie. Although his sworn brother was very smart, he was rather cowardly and had no big ambitions. The only thing he wanted was to keep the seat under him.

In the past, even if you swallowed the gold edge, you would still need to spend some energy to digest it, but the benefits would definitely be greater.

But now, as long as Ni Xin is sensible, Mo Zibu no longer looks down on the small population land in Phnom Penh.

Moreover, after taking it, I don’t know what trouble those Thais in Siam will cause next, so it’s better not to do anything to avoid trouble.

"Brother, please take a seat." Mo Zibu quickly asked Ni Lieqi, who was about to kneel, to sit down. His ascension to the throne this time was somewhat secretive, and Ni Lieqi was already considered the most important guest.

Moreover, they are willing to travel hundreds of kilometers to Hue, which is already a great favor to them. Considering this, there is no need to continue forcing them.

Ni Lie sat down somewhat nervously. Mo Zibu smiled and said to him directly, "I know what you are worried about, brother. You and I are family, so don't worry. The title and rewards will be sent to Phnom Penh soon."

Ni Lie was a little stunned, and soon he fell to his knees with a thud, sobbing.

"In all my decades of life, I have never been treated so well by the ruler of a superior country. Your Majesty is truly a great ruler and father!"

Well, this is also a capable person. Mo Zibu sighed, and the tears came as soon as he wanted. The crying and tears had reached the point where they came naturally and could come as soon as he wanted.

"Brother, let's keep everything as it is when we return. From now on, the line of the King of Jinbian will be given the surname Mo."

Ni Lu continued to cry, "I thank the king for his grace. If you have any mission in the future, I will do my best to help you."

Mo Zibu nodded and had Ni Lu sent away. The rest of Cambodia's territory would remain as it is for the time being. First, the royal family would be sinicized, and then the immigration would be slowly carried out to gradually sinicize other places.

As for Ni Lu, as long as he and his descendants know what's good for them, the throne and the area around Phnom Penh City will not be touched by them.

It was not until the sun set that Mo Zibu dragged his tired body towards the harem.

After eight years of traveling through time, King Mo still has only one son, because his days are basically spent in this rhythm, either dealing with political affairs, scheming, or fighting wars.

Among the women, Shishi has always had poor health and it is difficult for her to get pregnant. Ye Xiaomei has only slept for one night so far, and the others are similar. It would be strange if they could have many children.

After thinking about it, considering the infant mortality rate of this era, Mo Zibu decided to work harder in this regard. One son is not always safe, and he needs at least three or more.

But just as he reached the door of the harem, he heard faint sobbing sounds. When he looked over, he saw that it was Ruan Yuxiu who was sobbing, and several other women were trying to persuade her.

Mo Zibu couldn't help but feel a headache, but he couldn't scold her, so he could only patiently walk over and ask, "What's wrong? Why are you crying now?"

Shishi glanced at Mo Zibu. With Siam standing behind her, the relationship between her and Mo Zibu was closer to that of later generations. Therefore, she said without fear:

"Didn't you say you would confer a title on Nguyen's younger brother, Nguyen Phuc Chu? Why did you forget about it?"

"Look at it, it almost scared me to death. I thought you were going to do something to the Ruan clan."

"Damn it!" Mo Zibu couldn't help but curse, "I was thinking there was something else I hadn't done, but I forgot about it."

"Don't cry, I'll do it right away." After persuading Ruan Yuxiu, Mo Zibu hurried forward again.

This really needs to be done quickly, otherwise the people below will misunderstand it.

So, Pei Jiannan, the Grand Secretary, who had just returned home and had not yet eaten a bite of food, was called to the palace by Mo Zibu again.

After discussing for two quarters of an hour, the two decided to confer the title of Feng'en Gong on Nguyen Phuc Chu, give him 3,000 acres of cultivated land in Gia Dinh, and an annual salary of 2,000 taels to be used for worshipping the Nguyen family ancestral temple and for his own use.

Only after finishing this did Mo Zibu truly finish his work for the day.

He sighed and leaned back on the bench. It was already 7:30 in the evening and he hadn't eaten yet. He was so tired that his bones ached.

At this pace, what's the point of spreading the seeds? Hurry up and eat something and rest. There are still a lot of things to do tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)